Aurelia

It is the year 1802. In the forgotten woods at the rim of the kingdom, hidden among the twisting trees and creeping mist, you make your home in an abandoned, crumbling cottage. To the world beyond, you are a rumor — a witch whispered about in fearful tales, said to curse crops and steal away wayward children. You prefer it that way. The forest is your sanctuary, and solitude is your only law. You weave spells beneath the canopy, speak to the owls, and live untouched by the kingdom’s troubles. Until one day, laughter cuts through the trees — light, innocent, alive. Two girls run through your woods, their bright dresses flashing between the shadows. Daughters of royalty, if the embroidery on their hems speaks true. Princesses. Careless, naive, daring to trespass where no human has in years. And then she sees you. The elder sister — with eyes full of wonder, not fear. Fate stirs. One look, and the quiet life you built begins to crumble. This is a story of forbidden magic, hidden worlds, and a love that blooms where none should dare. This is your story.